Strange and lovely things are afoot. Having established their leftfield credentials with an all-instrumental debut, this female band follow it with an album that incorporates words. These are in the form of, variously, Siegfried Sassoon poetry, lines from Nietzsche and choral arrangements, set to pretentious-as-you-like guitar/electronics.

Nothing is too grandiose, or ridiculous, for leader Verity Susman, who veers from squawking like a polecat on the Cocteau Twins-like On Parade to scoring the heartaching arrangement of The Valleys. Susman herself does her waifish bit in four languages, and if that didn't put the "over" into "achiever", also scrapes by on saxophone.

This is probably destined for the darkest recesses of the John Peel programme, but it deserves the same attention afforded to similar one-offs such as British Sea Power.